Now
I realize
That you hurt me
But that I like it
Me, I idealize
When you hurt me
But oh, how I love it...
When someone gets close to me, I am
Less and less calm
It would seem that my fiancé is a girl
I'd like to
Shave your head
To see how it'd look on you
Your parents
Will be afraid of me
Get out of the way
You
You'll inform me
That my situation is serious
I'll never leave you
I stay alive and I manage to grow up and to smile
Still, it hurts like hell to be well
Tell me
Will you want to
Still
Lean over me
Tell me
Will you be able
Still
To lay on me